Page 120 of When We Break

And she’d never leave Riley.

I fall to my knees beside the dog, my heart in my throat and blood roaring through my head as I press my hand to his side.

He’s breathing.

But he’s hurt.

He has blood on his head, and his eyes are rolled back.

The bell dings as Connor comes inside.

“What the fucking hell?”

“She’s not here. Riley’s hurt and needs help.” Jesus, I don’t know what to do. “He’s got her. That’s the only way she’d ever leave Riley like this.”

“Call your sister to help with him,” Connor says as he pulls his phone out of his pocket. “Miller.”

He talks to his security man, and I call Bee.

“Hey,” she says.

“I need you at the studio. Riley’s hurt. Call a vet or something. We don’t know where Skyla is.”

Those last six words almost kill me.

“On it,” she replies and ends the call.

What feels like hours later, Bee rushes inside and runs over, dropping to her knees beside me.

“The vet’s on her way,” she says, and I can tell she’s struggling to keep her voice calm. “I have this handled. Where is she?”

I shake my head as terror wants to take over, but Bee lays her hand on my shoulder.

“Stop. No panicking. Do you hear me? No. Panicking.”

I swallow, push the terror back, and nod. “We don’t know. She was gone, and I found Riley like this.”

More people rush inside. The vet, more security. Even Chase, whose eyes narrow on me in an unspoken question.

What the fuck?

I shake my head. I don’t know what’s fucking happening, and it’s tearing me apart inside.

“Go,” Bee says, placing her hands on the dog. “I’ve got him. You find your girl.”

Just as I cross to Connor, Miller pushes inside, his face grim.

“Airport,” he says before we all run outside and climb into Miller’s waiting black SUV. Chase is behind us, the lights on his car and siren on, and then more cop cars join us. It looks like something out of an action movie.

“What in the actual fuck is happening?” Connor demands.

“There was no record of Lewis leaving New York, but therewasa record of him landing here this morning. He has a private jet, and it’s parked on standby. Engines are running, boss.”

“Explain why the feck you didn’t know he left New York,” Connor snarls.

“There was literally no flight record,” Miller replies. “He doctored the flight logs. Or it wasn’t logged at all, but he doesn’t have anyone paid off here to do the same.”

“He’s trying to fuckingtake her?” I shake my head and answer my phone when I see Bee’s name.

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